The Demigod (Seven Sins MC #6)

Chapter Twenty-Two

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Daemon

“Coffee Toffee Bar Crunch,” I said, my voice a little rough and raspy from all the screaming I’d done. Screaming so loud that my throat bled, copper blood sliding down my throat, choking me as more howls escaped me.

Nox, having been stuck somewhere in that place between sleeping and awake had slipped back in bed beside me after an early morning shower.

She’d been right there in the bed with me for… shit, I didn’t even know how long. Hours? Days? I had no way to track the lost time.

All I knew was she was always there. A warmth at my side. A voice speaking to me. Never giving up.

At the sound of my voice, Nox went from half to full awake, shooting up off of my chest.

“Fall,” I went on, reaching out to touch her soft, mostly dry hair. “You’d think it would be summer, since it’s warm and familiar. But summer’s got nothing on one of those perfectly crunchy leaves under your shoe.”

“Daemon,” she whispered, her lower lip trembling for a second before the first tear slid down her cheek.

“And I see a fucking eternity with you, shadow girl,” I told her, reaching out to wipe the tear from her cheek.

On a cute-as-fuck little sob, she fell forward into my chest.

Then it got less cute as she fucking… shattered.

“Hey, now, sweetness. I’m not a plant; you don’t need to water me,” I said, getting a snorting laugh out of her as my fingers sifted through her hair.

“How long have I been gone?” I asked, listening to her sniffle.

“Four days,” she told me, pressing a little kiss to my wet chest.

“Four days,” I repeated. Made sense why my throat still hurt. But my body felt like it had been healing.

“I was hoping you were coming back,” Nox said, looking up at me with red-rimmed eyes. “Your wounds were healing. But your… essence…”

“My what now?” I asked, lips curving up.

“Your… essence. That’s what Lenore called it. She said you had a ‘fractured essence,’ and that I might help it heal by being with you.”

“How’d she come to that conclusion?”

“Well, when I brought you here, you were… it wasn’t good. You weren’t even really moving on your own. But when your brother yelled, your wings…”

“I Claimed you,” I said, feeling my heart swell even as disappointment bloomed. Because, damnit, I would have liked to have been conscious of doing that, of her reaction to it.

“Yes.”

“Did you find my wings sexy?” I asked, smiling at her snort.

“You were practically dead. I wasn’t thinking about that.”

“Come on; you can tell me.”

“I maybe wanted to rub my cheek against them,” she admitted.

“Yeah?” I asked. “You can climb up here right now. Can pop them out and wrap you up while you ride me.”

“You need to recover,” she said, rolling her eyes, but I could sense the rush of desire as it moved through her.

“Speaking of recovering,” I said, tracing a finger down her cheek. “You look better.”

“It’s amazing what a sip of ambrosia will do.”

“And you get to see your mom when you need more,” I said.

“Wait… you heard me tell you that?”

“I heard it all. Got about ten thousand questions to answer. But we got years to do that. I got one question for you, though,” I said as I sat up, pulling her up onto my lap.

“What’s that?” she asked, holding herself. So I had to grab her hips and pull her down, loving the little whimper that escaped her.

“Do you think your mom will like me?”

She rolled her eyes at that.

“Could you maybe ask me that when you’re not rocking your hips up into mine?” she asked, wiggling her own in response.

Four days.

Might as well have been forever.

My cock was aching to get back inside her.

“I can do that. What do you want to talk about while I do this, then?” I asked, thrusting up harder, suddenly glad someone had removed all my clothes. “The weather? My shoe size? My favorite movie?”

Nox whimpered, grinding down harder against me.

My hands went to her waistbands, dragging down her pants and panties, waiting for her to lift each leg so I could free them, then tossing them to the floor.

“Shirt, shadow girl,” I demanded, fingers moving up and down her hips. “I want to see all of you.”

She reached to yank it away.

“I want to see you too,” she demanded, reaching toward my head, fingers sifting into my hair.

As if I could do anything but let the Change move through me with her sitting there, naked, nearly trembling with need.

Sitting forward, I buried my face between her breasts, breathing in the scent of her skin. It wasn’t long before my tongue was forking and teasing around her nipples, making her rock and moan.

“Get up here,” I demanded, lying flat, “and ride my face.”

The needy little mewling sound she made had my cock twitching.

But then she was shamelessly climbing up, her legs by my ears, her pussy hovering over my face.

Grabbing her hips, I dragged her down. The moan that moved through her as my tongue traced up her cleft had desire sparking off every nerve ending.

I started to lick and suck, but it wasn’t long before she was doing what I demanded—riding, fucking my face; taking what she needed as her moans filled the room while she drove herself to the edge.

I slid two fingers inside her dripping pussy, fucking her with them as she got closer and closer. As she tightened, I added a third.

Then, as her moans became little gasps, I slid one out and pressed it into her ass, loving the surprised groan that escaped her as she bore down on my tongue, her thighs shaking.

When she came, her whole body trembled; her cries filled my ears; her pussy pulsed hard around my fingers.

“Get down here so I can give you my cock,” I demanded, turning my head to bite her inner thigh.

Nox scrambled down, letting me turn her, getting her in front of me on all fours.

“Face down for me, sweetness,” I demanded.

She didn’t even hesitate, lowering her upper half down onto the mattress.

“Fucking love this view,” I said, landing a slap to her ass cheek.

Nox jumped and moaned but then wiggled, silently begging for more.

And I was all too happy to give it to her.

“Daemon, please,” she whimpered.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me,” she begged.

“Thought you’d never ask,” I said, surging inside of her. Her moans were muffled by the bed sheets even as my wings shot out of my back.

Mine .

Fuck, yeah, she was.

I was happy to show her some of the many ways that was true.

And within seconds, I had her clawing at them with her hands as I fucked her—hard, fast, relentless.

There would be time for soft and sweet later. For gentle touches and toe-curling teasing.

Right then, we needed hard and fast and dirty.

So that was what I gave her.

“That’s my girl,” I groaned as my finger slipped into her ass again. “You like that, hm?” I asked.

“Yes,” she cried, wiggling against the touch as I fucked her with my cock and my finger.

Then another finger.

The sensation sent another orgasm screaming through her, her pussy clenching around my cock over and over.

I damn near came with her.

But not yet.

I reached down with my free hand, pulling her up against my chest, letting my wings wrap her up.

I gave her a moment, letting her sink into the warmth, to rub her cheek over them like she wanted.

I knew the need would grow eventually.

And it wasn’t long before she was rocking on my lap.

“You gonna let me have your ass?” I asked, feeling her pussy clutch my cock in response.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

I didn’t need more of an invitation than that.

My cock slid out, fucking drenched from her come, and I slipped it back, pressed against her ass.

But I waited for her to bear down, to let me start to penetrate.

“Daemon, more, please,” she cried, frustrated when I didn’t take over.

Well, I couldn’t let my girl down now, could I?

My one hand stayed on her hip as the other slipped between her thighs, working her clit as I pressed deeper, took her more fully.

Her moans were deep and guttural, as I finally took her fully.

Her pussy was fucking drenching my hand as she rocked against my palm.

Then I was fucking her ass, slow and careful at first, then harder and faster as she begged for it, as she got closer and closer.

“Daemon!” she cried just a second before I could feel her pussy spasming.

“Fuck,” I groaned, pulling out and coming on her ass as she fell forward onto the mattress.

“Missed that.”

“You weren’t even conscious,” she objected, turning her head to look at me.

“Still missed it,” I insisted, climbing off the bed and heading to the bathroom for a washcloth, then coming back to clean her up.

“We should probably tell everyone that you’re back,” Nox said, snuggling into my chest when I pulled her back against me.

“Sweetness, I’m pretty sure they all know.” At her pinched brows, I tugged some of her hair. “You’re not exactly quiet.”

“Oh, gods,” she grumbled, wincing.

“Wouldn’t have you any other way. Besides, we all live here. And fuck here. It’s the norm.”

“That’s fair,” she agreed. I mean, after all, she’d spent several nights under our roof; there was no way someone else hadn’t been making their own noise.

“Have the girls been welcoming?”

“I’ve honestly been in here literally nonstop,” she admitted. “The only time I’ve seen anyone was when they were bringing food up or asking if I needed any help with you.”

“You gotta be going stir crazy.”

“Actually, it’s been nice. I mean… you being catatonic aside. I’ve been on the move so much for so long that just doing nothing has been a welcome break.”

“I mean, you did just save the world. You earned a rest.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” she said with a sigh.

“What do you mean? You got Nemesis free.”

“I did. And she got her revenge for sure. But, well, I guess… here,” she said, reaching across me to get the remote from the nightstand.

“There aren’t a lot of news stations still operating,” she told me. “But there are a few sticking it out.”

“Like the musicians on the Titanic,” I said.

“Yeah, I guess. With the way the news is going, I’m kind of shocked the power grid is still up.”

“Well, even the gods must like entertainment,” I said, shrugging. Television was one of the things I loved most when I joined the human plane.

“Maybe,” she agreed, finding what she was looking for—a petite woman with short brown hair who looked like she hadn’t slept in a week—and turning up the volume.

If anything, it seemed like everything had only gotten worse. More fires, floods, tornadoes, hurricanes, and the expected famine and fighting.

“And it’s not just here,” Nox told me. “It’s the same across the globe. Except there are already wars starting to break out in the smaller countries where people are more on top of one another and competing for resources.”

“What the fuck is their plan here? Don’t they want to be worshipped and shit?”

“My best guess is they want to show them all how bad it can get. Then swoop in and offer aid. Then they get all the credit, admiration, and gratitude.”

“I can see that,” I agreed. “And, I imagine, it is going to take some time for people to accept that the old gods existed at all, let alone that they are back and want to be worshipped and obeyed.”

“Yeah, I don’t see any talk about that yet. The only scuttlebutt I’ve heard about less-than-human beings has been attributed to aliens. Which, valid,” Nox said. “But no one has really drawn the lines yet. I think that is only going to bring its own kind of chaos.

“What did Lucy have to say?” I asked, running my fingers up and down her arm, loving the softness of her skin.

“You mean…”

“The Morning Star, yeah,” I said, smiling.

“I actually haven’t met—Jesus!” she shrieked when the door flew open. And there was the man in question.

“Have I been summoned?” he asked, walking in with all his casual cockiness and good looks.

“No,” Nox grumbled, trying to burrow deeper into the covers.

“I’m wounded,” Lucy said, pressing a hand to his chest. “I heard you snuck into the Underworld and stole some flowers from that wannabe.”

“He sicced his three-headed dog on us.”

“Dramatic,” Lucy said with an eye roll. “What’s wrong with some good, old-fashioned demons?”

“You mean except for them eating and decapitating people?” Nox shot back.

“To be fair, they decapitate before eating them.”

“ How is that better?”

“Well, would you want to be eaten alive?”

“You’re—“

“Wicked? Evil? The Devil himself?” Lucy asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I mean, even you aren’t pure evil, though. You were a fallen angel.”

“Indeed,” Lucy said, glancing up at the sky. “How’s it going up there, Dad?” he called. “What are you going to do when clipping wings isn’t cutting it anymore?”

“Wow,” Nox said, snorting. “A therapist would have a field day with you.”

“You know, I fucked three last week,” he said, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Funnily enough, the last thing they wanted to do was talk…”

“Three?” I asked, brows raising.

“Well, with you out of commission, someone had to pick up the slack,” Lucy shot back.

“Right. Because what womankind needs during the apocalypse is some guy trying to screw her,” Nox said, rolling her eyes.

“We all need stress relief,” Lucy said. “Did I not just overhear you two engaging in some… stress relief as well?”

“Can you… go?” Nox asked, uncharacteristically surly.

I gave Lucy a nod. “Can you tell everyone I’ll be down in a few to talk to everyone?”

“It was a pleasure,” Lucy said, looking at Nox, then disappearing.

“I can’t say the same,” she grumbled, sitting up against the headboard, clutching the sheets to her chest.

“Not a fan of the Morning Star?” I asked, sitting up with her.

“He’s just so… cocky and, and…”

“Devilish?” I filled in for her.

To that, she let out a little laugh. “I guess that’s it,” she agreed.

“You’ll learn to like him. He’s a cocky prick, but he’s also got this Achilles’ Heel.”

“That phrase has a lot more meaning nowadays, doesn’t it?” she asked, but she was speaking to herself. “What is his?”

“He’s real butt-hurt about Hades taking over Hell. He’d never admit it, but he’s not happy about it.”

“That’s kind of sad. And, hey, at least when he was in charge, his demons stayed down there where they belonged.”

“Dale and her demonslayers are going to be busy as fuck in the coming years.”

“Dale and her demonslayers and Aggy and her witches and warlocks. I guess it’s nice to know that there are people with powers who are going to put up some sort of resistance, since the humans have no hope of standing up against the gods.”

“There’s always someone willing to do the hard work. You included,” I said, thinking of her little one-woman army. Despite her powers draining her, despite it being fruitless for weeks. She wouldn’t give up.

“What do we do now?” she asked, looking over at me.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Brainstorm. Prepare. Stick together. What else can we do?”

“I’m definitely down with sticking together,” she said, pressing her head to mine.

That was one thing we could absolutely agree on.

Together.

Forever.